Chapter 63: Still, the Mutt Is Best

Cao Bin was familiar with this villa district; it was renowned throughout the city. Most of the houses here were those elegant residences with three floors above and two below, each boasting a front and back yard of over a hundred square meters. The people who could afford to live here were essentially the wealthiest five percent of the city’s population.

Cao Bin took out the keys and access cards for the room, placed them in his own space, and thought that if the opportunity arose...

Mu Changfeng was both amused and grateful for Zhou Nianping’s actions. With his fearless personality, if he were about to face danger, he would meet it smiling and dancing, not caring at all. It was precisely because of their deep brotherhood that Zhou Nianping was so anxious, choosing to flee in panic.

An Mu Chen didn’t know why she was so angry, but seeing her in that state was rather adorable. He simply picked up his phone and took a picture of her at that moment.

She hadn’t expected them to do such a thing in the cinema; Lu Feifei was momentarily stunned. Moreover, she herself actually felt something.

“Hey! Xia Lajiao, have you no shame? Talking about tasting a man’s flavor in broad daylight…” An Yujia rolled her eyes at Xia Wuxue.

Yet the wretched Ouyang Hao had actually brought me to his house. I tried calling you, but somehow the call went to An Mu Chen instead. I suppose I was out too much, caught a fever, and after the IV, it was already the next morning.

“Big brother, do you think Cheng Kai’s sudden murder in his residence could have been done by Ye Lengfeng?” Zhou Guang asked, his eyes filled with surprise.

“Yes, yes, I got it, Mom.” Li Feng smiled wryly. Yesterday, in a moment of heat, he’d let slip that Jia Jia was coming over, and now his mother was fixated on the idea. He was in for a tough day.

He recalled the recent news about the Victoria’s Secret show tapes, which had sold exceedingly well back then; this time should be no worse. But domestically, there was little profit to be made, as it likely wouldn’t pass the censorship.

This also meant that any films released in the past few weeks with strong reviews and popularity could easily carve out a beautiful box office curve in the remaining days of the summer season.

Belia’s aura soared instantly. Facing Ronken, he was unapologetic, launching an attack with the momentum of a mountain, his fists surging forward, spiraling air currents bursting forth.

The gate was separated by an iron fence, which was open today for registration. Inside, many parents were queued up to pay fees.

Upon hearing Kuroki Hitomi’s explanation, the young man smiled lightly at her, saying nothing more, but took out a script he had prepared in advance and placed it before Daichi Maya.

He caught Gu Jianli’s hand as she tightly gripped the corner of the quilt, gently prying apart her slender fingers. Holding her hand, he moved it away. The quilt slipped down, gathering on Gu Jianli’s lap.

For Li Jian, who had spent years rising with the Crimson Lotus, every brick and every scene here was intimately familiar. Regarding these monsters, their strengths and weaknesses, attack patterns, and their health points—Li Jian could recount them effortlessly.

First, it was an affirmation of him, Colin thought narcissistically. But after the excitement, he shook his head. Compared to traditional magic, he still preferred spatial spells imbued with unique powers.

After Colin left, Jannal was finally able to push open the wooden door. He led several dozen elite Frostwolves into the command room.

This cardigan, with its long sleeves and printed pattern, was crafted with a fleece technique. The appearance was delicate, the fit snug—one could say it was nearly perfect.

“All right.” Knowing how powerful this figure was in Guangling County, and seeing his certainty, the other party could only nod in agreement. Of course, he remained uneasy inside; even with such a patron, his own status was still humble, after all.